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Cover |
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One-On-One with Jeff Frankenstein |
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Socially Acceptable Sin
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The Music of Duvall
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More Than Accountability
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God in the Wild
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The Pond or the Power
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Surrender
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LifeLine
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Viva III
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When I got released, we hooked up and I joined his gang. My life
continued to get more and more violent and hateful and the number
of people I hurt was increasing.
I ended up splitting from those guys and forming another gang with
some other people, part of a world wide hate group, who were a lot
more serious about their beliefs and the action they wanted to
take.
In the middle of all this I met a beautiful girl. We fell in love
and were going to be married. She started to become disillusioned
with the skinhead movement when a friend of mine was stabbed and
killed outside of a subway station. The death of my friend changed
a lot of us - some of us left the scene and some of us got deeper
into our hatred. I was one of the ones who got deeper into my
hatred.
My girlfriend and I discovered we were going to have a baby
together, but that did not change me or calm me down even a little
bit. I was so happy because I planned to teach my son or daughter
all of the sick things I believed in. I got locked up for several
different hate crimes about a month later and stayed locked up for
the next two years. When I finally got released my baby girl was 16
months old. During this time my girlfriend was faithful and waited
for me while she had our baby and raised her on her own.
Another thing happened to her while I was gone in that she met
Jesus and He became her Lord and Savior. This made me so mad
because I hated Christianity, the Bible and I instinctively knew
that this was the beginning of the end for us because I refused to
submit to God. I had my own gods and didn't need the God of the
Bible, or so I thought. I was involved in a pagan religion known as
asatru that a lot of the skins got into because it was the religion
of the Vikings and if you died in battle you would go to Valhalla
('warrior heaven').
(I should mention here that there was a time before I got locked up
that I actually attended church with my girlfriend and her parents.
During the service the Pastor came up to me and said "young man,
would you like to accept the Lord into your heart"? I said "NO" and
since that answer I gave has since become the biggest regret of my
entire life because my life became hell shortly after that).
When I finally got out I went right back to my "brothers" and my
old ways, drinking and fighting, etc, and within just two months of
being out I was arrested again for another violent offense. This
time she had had enough and ended our relationship. I was crushed
and hated God, the Bible and Christians even more, because the way
I saw it they had taken my wife and daughter away from me.
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